Coming to the King

Frances Ridley Havergal
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Title: Coming to the King
Author: Frances Ridley Havergal
Release Date: January 8, 2004 [EBook #10630]
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Happy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand
continually before Thee and that hear Thy wisdom
1 Kings X 8
Coming to the King
Frances Ridley Havergal
Coming to the King.

I came from very far to see
The King of Salem, for I had been told
Of glory and of wisdom
And condescension infinite and free.
Now could I rest,
when I had heard his fame,
In that dark lonely land of death, from
whence I came?
I came (but not like Sheba's queen), alone!
No stately train, no costly gifts to bring;
No friend at court, save One
the King!
I had requests to spread before His throne,
And I had questions none
could solve for me,
Of import deep, and full of mystery.
I came and communed with that mighty King
And told Him all my heart, I cannot say
In mortal ear what
communings were they
But wouldst thou know,
So too, and meekly
All that is in thine heart and thou shalt hear
His voice of love
and power
His answers sweet and clear
O happy end of every weary guest!
He told me all I needed graciously:--
Enough for guidance, and for
O'er doubts and fears enough for quiet rest,
And when some veiled
I could not read

It was not hid from Him, this was enough indeed
His wisdom and His glories passed before
My wondering eyes in
gradual revelation
The house that He had built its strong foundation

Its living stones and, brightening more and more
For glimpses of
that palace far away,
Where all his loyal ones
Shall dwell with Him for aye.
True the report that reached my far-off land
Of all His wisdom and transcendent fame,
Yet I believed not until I
Bowed to the dust till raised by royal hand
The half was never told by mortal word,
My King exceeded all the
fame that I had heard
Oh happy are His servants! happy they
Who stand continually before
His face,
Ready to do His will of wisest grace!
My King! is mine such
blessedness to-day?
For I too hear Thy wisdom line by line,
Thy ever brightening words
in holy radiance shine

Oh, blessed be the Lord they God who sat
Our King upon His throne
Divine delight
In the Beloved crowning Thee with might
and majesty supreme and yet
The strange and Godlike secret opening
The Kingship of His Christ ordained through love to us!
What shall I render to my glorious King?
I have but that which I
receive from Thee
And what I give, Thou givest back to me,
Transmuted by Thy touch, each worthless thing
Changed to the
preciousness of gem or gold,
And by thy blessing multiplied a thousand fold
All my desire Thou grantest whatsoer I ask!
Was ever mythic tale or dream so bold as this reality, This stream of
boundless blessings flowing full and free? Yet more than I have
thought or asked of Thee
Out of Thy royal bounty still Thou givest me.
Now--I will turn to my own land and tell,
What I myself have seen
and heard of Thee,
And give Thine own sweet message, "Come and
And yet in heart and mind for ever dwell
With Thee, my King
of Peace, in loyal rest,
Within the fair pavilion of Thy presence blest.
Our King
O Saviour, precious Saviour,

Whom yet unseen we love,
O Name of might and favour,
All other names above!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee
To Thee alone we sing
We praise Thee, and confess Thee
Our holy Lord and King
In Thee all fulness dwelleth,
All grace and power divine,
The glory that excelleth,
O Son of God, is Thine!
We worship Thee, we bless Thee
To Thee alone we sing,
We praise Thee and confess Thee,
Our glorious Lord and King
Led in Peace.
"_Ye shall go out with joy and
be led forth with peace._"
Is. IV. 12.
With joy thou shalt be girded,
With peace thou shalt be led;
And everlasting glory shall rest upon
thy head;
The hills break forth in singing;
the shadows flee away:
This is thy King and Saviour--
He will not say thee "Nay!"

His Presence
Oh Saviour if Thy presence here
Can such bright joy impart
must it
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